"... carving out his own niche at the top." - The St. Louis Post-Dispatch

A Voice In The Night

Lord, are you in the cricket’s song
The cooling breeze
The fading light
The darkening trees
The slow-becoming night of cool and quiet dewy stillness?
Where dreams like silver pin prick stars
And foamy moonlit watery graves
In depths beyond below become
The light that leads me home